occasionally, mummy feeds me breakfast. wellllll, i’m not sure if this constitutes as breakfast, really. i mean, crackers with cream cheese is more of a snack, wouldn’t you say?

but it’s ok. mum, she hardly eats breakfast herself, at least not that i’ve observed so far in my almost-15-month life. i think she mumbled something about cream cheese being good coz it’s cheese and therefore full of calcium. she does that sometimes, come up with funny reasonings to justify feeding me crap. (“fries are good coz it’s potato and therefore a vegetable”, etc.)

want some?

she lets me make a right mess, which is why i don’t mind sitting down with her to play- i mean, eat. sometimes she’d point out the ants crawling around me on the kitchen floor where i’m eating. hmm, is she trying to tell me something? *munch munch*

the best part about making a mess is… i get to splash around in the water afterwards. (and make another mess around the sink, hurrah!)

though i don’t really see the point, seeing how i can simply lick myself clean. (i learnt that from my keen observation of cats.)

mmm, next – nutella! (chocolate is good coz they’re cocoa which comes from cacao seed and therefore a plant – hey, i do my homework too, you know.)

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